Dear Doctor.

I wish that I could tell you what it’s like for me.

How my hands get clammy, and I tremble quietly in my seat.

I wish that I could tell you how I talk myself down. How I want to fall apart but theres to many people around.

I wish that I could tell you, I have no faith in you. That I know you will say what they all say. There’s nothing you can do.

I wish that I could tell you what I already know, but your head is too far baried in that pervious doctors notes.

I wish that I could tell you, that doctor doesn’t know my pain. That he is very wrong, and sending me right back to square one again.

I wish that I could tell you, but it would be no help. You just get offened if I want to see someone else.

I wish that I could tell you that I am counting on you. I know you have a life outside of work, but I need you too.

I wish that I could tell you, those other notes they dont matter. Talk with me, and listen for first hand knowlege is power.

I wish that I could tell you that I know you are smart. I really do appreciate you from the bottom of my heart.

I wish that I could tell you, and this I swear is true. I’ve been ignored, and underminded many times by you.

I wish that I could tell you that the patients are smart too. If you take the time to listen I promise you’ll find it is true.